Hello my friend, did you miss me.
Once again we're on the hunt.
Searching for that someone.
That everything that brings comfort to our hearts.
We're so much a like, that we could never be anything more then good friends.
I fear our fights would be horrible, because the flaws that bother us the most, are but our own.
And I can tell you I would much perfer not going it alone.
But sometimes there isn't choice.
Following that deep voice.
Feeling like your nothing more then aT ghost.
A empty vessel carrying nothing but feint memories, and stories that have been collecting dust for the ages.
I do not desire the spot light, I do not desire what with most men drives.
An ego that feeds on it's self.
A disgusting rat eating it's own tail.
Going in these vicious, and pointless circles will not help.
A back and forth rap a tat tat.
The final beating of this drum.
A humming of some old forgotten tune.
This time it's different, this time I know what I want, I know what will work.
This time the clock stops and it's time to unwind.
Becoming a distant background in a painting so full of life.
From the birds, to the trees, to the sun setting, to the smells in the air.
The fog has lifted, and I am no longer scared.
This is who I am, not a boy but a man.
Ready for whatever comes next.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem